Lyrical Breakdown of Lookin At You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lookin At You" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lookin At You" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Game employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to The Game's narrative.

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Walkin' down the street, and ma allstars, In ma khaki suit, doin' what I do Walkin' down the street, smokin' chronic, In ma black lotus, lookin' at you Guess who's back on the west coast tracks, Its the mother fucking messiah and gangster raps, Still dippin' the 6-4, still puffin on the same chronic, Haters mad 'cause I still got it I never fall off even without the doc' You niggas sellin' your soul tryin' to stay on top, Bitch nigga checkin' kotex, You niggas ain't movin' shit like the hand on a fake ass Rolex I'm 5 million sold the cover of my last album The only time you see me sittin' on gold I'm the most anticipated, the most celebrated The most loved and the mother fuckin most hated, Keep rollin' like gold Daytons Niggas got the game fucked up like Hennessey with a coke chaser, You gotta deal with me I'm the west coast savior Niggas think of me every time they 6-4 scrape, What do you call a nigga whose older, Parody, belligerence, foul defined, And very disrespectful, you call that nigga a doctor's advocate, He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in his hey day in the worst way, The 5 star surgeon, general took Jayson To the aftermath research department, And gave 'em a blood test, that came back G-A-M-E positive, The niggass infected with the game virus, His oratorical skills are so impeccable, that niggas in the street call him Sirus, The young Damu is down with violence cause in his heart hes a tyrant Its not a game, its just called the game, There will be no referee, no half time report, When the game is over, the game is over, You cant put a quarter in the machine and get 3 more men, Thats the end I'd of been to hell and back, left for dead, you know who to thank for that, Finished my second LP without a Dr. Dre track, You can take my soul but you can't take my plaques, I'm the mother fuckin' snare when you touch the beat, I'm the 808 drum that got you movin' your feet, I'm the heir to the throne after the D-R-E, Product of my environment you old ass niggas get ready for your early retirement, Before I let hip-hop burn down ill run in the buildin' like a fireman Who can out spit me when I'm high off sticky, Throwin' back Patron shots in some creased up Dickies I'm D.O.C certified, ice cube lenched me, snoop stamped me and the good doc hand picked me, You still wit me? me and my mic can't be separated like Interscope and Good shit Some good ass mother fuckin' weed The California sticky green This is the aftermath of the aftermath West coast!